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damned_institute2010-01-06 07:10 pm
revolutionise) wrote in damned_institute2010-01-06 07:10 pm
Night 46: Main Hallway, 2-East
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They kept walking in silence for a while before Utena shook her head vehemently. "No. No, there's no way you could have! No one, no matter what they've done, deserves to be treated like the Rose Bride!" she insisted, leading Himemiya more quickly now. "People are people, not objects. They don't stop being human just because someone says so."
She gave the girl's hand a squeeze as they moved down the hall. "Or because they've done something bad."
They kept walking in silence for a while before Utena shook her head vehemently. "No. No, there's no way you could have! No one, no matter what they've done, deserves to be treated like the Rose Bride!" she insisted, leading Himemiya more quickly now. "People are people, not objects. They don't stop being human just because someone says so."
She gave the girl's hand a squeeze as they moved down the hall. "Or because they've done something bad."
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As if Utena's words made the burden of explaining that much heavier. And they did. "This is what you've failed to understand," she said, her voice dropping lower and her hand shifting to grasp Utena's palm-to-palm.
Anthy was nearly whispering when she spoke again. "In a certain way, all girls are able to become like the Rose Bride. People can stop being human. People can lose their humanity; they won't regain it so easily once that's happened. They may take advantage of your inability to see the precise ways in which they are divided from themselves."
"You will get hurt," she warned. "Not because you wish to be a prince, but because you believe the appearance of human means human."
lol oh god MISSING LINK EAST WING HALL A HERE WE GO
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"Did this man mention his name?" she asked as they continued their journey forward. She had a feeling he may have, but Franziska was struck by a sudden worry. The way he'd been acting the last time they'd met had been odd, almost frightening in the way he'd completely given in to the Institute. And since then she'd been unconscious. She had no idea how he was doing now and here she was looking for the tools with which to seal his fate without even so much as contacting him. She and her father had never been in close contact over the years, but he was still her father and her mentor. To ignore him now when he--
"What did he say to you?" she demanded, refusing to turn around even though she wanted to look Kibitoshin in the eye and ensure he wouldn't lie to her. He wasn't the lying type, but really, everyone lied someway or another. But if she looked at him, it would seem like she cared and had a weakness and that just couldn't be allowed. Still, she needed to know - how did he act? Was he the same person she'd seen the day before or was he himself again?
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"Um... he introduced himself as Dr. Fuchs," he answered, "but I think he might have been confused. That was the day that people forgot who they were."
Dr. Fuch's stern face seemed to peer at him in the darkness, pale and disapproving, a curious reflection of the young woman walking ahead of him- older, firmer, much more lined and masculine but at once completely hers in a way that he just couldn't place. He'd noticed the resemblance even more when Fuchs had lost his patience, and now Franziska was on a mission of her own it seemed to deepen even further.
"I asked him if he knew who you were and he said that he'd never met you, but that might have been the brainwashing again." A flicker of hope flared briefly in his mind. Maybe his observational skills weren't bad and he hadn't been wrong after all. But what would that make her, then? His granddaughter? Daughter? Niece?
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Stairs were a bit more difficult than he remembered... his body no doubt worn down from all the stress recently. It wasn't too much of a surprise, although that did leave him more open to potential danger should they be attacked. Hopefully things wouldn't come to that.
ZEX peered around, trying to make out anything in the dark and not having much luck, even with his light. "Where do you think we should go from here...?" ZEX's memory of this area was a bit sparse, although he did remember meeting that beautiful female human somewhere around here. "Have you heard anything about where these experiments are performed?"
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She stepped up herself and shone the light around. "There now. We've conquered the big bad stairwell, so at least we've got the upper hand," she continued, hoping that she could make light of the situation just as she had with Arlene. It calmed her nerves a lot, and she hoped it would help him a bit. "Except when it comes to knowing what we're looking for or where we're going..."
That was the problem. Donna hadn't heard anything about the where of things, just that they happened. If she'd guessed, she would have thought they were done somewhere spookier, like the basement, or a creepy attic! Then again, she could so picture a Frankenstein-esque setting somewhere in the main building easily. Landel was on that "mad-scientist-power-trip" strain after all.
When her torch moved over a hallway, Donna tilted her head a bit and eventually nodded towards it. "I suppose we could just play eeny-meeny-miny-mo with the hallways. Or just pick one until we get lucky?" She suggested, looking to him for an answer.
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As Donna looked around, he felt something breathing on his neck, then something sharp glancing across it. He clapped his hand to it quickly, but felt nothing there. Of course. They were just toying with him.
ZEX looked back to her at her question. "Mmm..." He looked around, trying to recall his fragmentary map of this place. He hadn't brought his with him, and with everything else that had happened to him some details were beginning to gloss away, and in the dark it was hard to tell, but... "If I recall, straight ahead should lead us to three doors... they're locked, last I remember." ZEX pointed down towards the center of the Main Hallway. "It's possible those could lead to where they're keeping him, but I haven't found a way through those doors yet, so..."
ZEX turned to his left, looking down the south hall of the west wing. It looked like there were two corridors here, although he wasn't sure where either led...
"I suppose we can check these hallways systematically, then move on if we don't find anything..." ZEX tried to wave off whatever it was kept breathing on him, but his hand motions did nothing. "He has to be here somewhere, after all."
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Riiiiight.
"So, one at a time, then?" she gave a grin and strode confidently towards the hallway. It was definitely easier to talk a big game with someone so timid following her. Hopefully that wouldn't get her non-brand-name slippers stuffed ten feet down her throat later on. Metaphorically or otherwise.
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"Lambs to the slaughter is not an accurate comparison," Teresa stated as they entered the next hallway. "Lambs are not given an opportunity to fight back, no matter how futile an attempt it may or may not seem."
Silver eyes flickered over. "This is a display, a posturing of sorts. I believe we, ourselves, figure very little into the overall plan behind this place. We simple exist to fulfill a purpose and are not chosen because we are 'special' or anything like that."
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"Even so, hell, yeah, I'm up for that," he told Teresa, unconsciously quickening his pace even as he added this hallway, which he hadn't yet visited, to his mental map. Some hands-on rebellion, even if it didn't involve weapons, would help his mood considerably. And you never knew if they'd accounted for everything people might attempt until you tried. He wondered for a moment why this woman was apparently content to be a footsoldier for Homura instead of striking out on her own, but it wasn't truly any concern of his.
He did object to her assessment of the worth of the 'patients' in a visceral, albeit silent, way, not caring whether it made sense or not. He'd continue to think he'd been dragged away from his world because he was important, even if most of the other people here weren't.
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"...No. You're right; it isn't an accurate comparison. We're not being lead blindly to defeat, we're having our weakness rubbed in our faces every step of the way."
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"Are you cowering in your room, pissing yourself as you pray to gods that do not care to come save you, or are you moving with a purpose, with focus, with a goal in mind, unwilling to just lay down and die?" she asked in a calm voice that only held a tinge of condensation. "If so, then you are fighting back, no matter how futile it may seem. We make our own opportunities, Giovanni."
[to here] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/788649.html)
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"I don't mind," she ensured Utena, pleasantly bland. The combined beams of their flashlights lit the way more clearly. "If something happens this time, we will be more prepared."
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[To here]
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Keeping one hand against the wall, von Karma gripped the hammer tightly in the other as he peered across the length of this hall, squinting to acclimate his vision to the darkness. Though he could not discern any details right here, he could perceive faint silhouettes of objects far ahead, thanks to the Sun Room's ceiling.
Was that... blade-spinning, sand-bleeding demon still lurking around there? von Karma did not want to stay here long enough to find out, nor to give that abomination a chance to discover that he and Ms. Taura had just re-entered the hallway.
"You will head out first," he whispered to Taura, his voice as soft and sibilant as that of a slithering snake. As soon as he was certain she had gone ahead of him, he started to make his way to the intersection, feeling along the wall.
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"Better idea." Taura reached back, and out of the darkness a hand closed over von Karma's on the wall, and well-manicured fingers wrapped around his wrist. "Trust my eyes." Her grasp was immovable; while she didn't squeeze tightly, he would not be able to break free. She tugged, moving no more quickly than she was sure he could manage.
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Kvothe was quiet as he and Demyx made their way up the stairs, not wanting to draw attention if there was anything unpleasant waiting on the second floor. The hallway seemed reassuringly abandoned, however, and he gave Demyx a relieved grin as they started for the hallway that would lead to Patient Possessions.
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